She did not remember being born.
That was the first thing she learned about Earth. The beings of this world did not remember the story of their soul. They emerged from the darkness of the womb with no memory of where they had come from, no memory of the light they had left behind, no memory of the hands that had reached for them across the void. They were born into bodies that were soft and small and helpless, and they spent their first years learning the most basic truths of existence: that hunger hurts, that warmth is good, that a voice can be a lifeline.
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